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A waterproof pouch of recycled fabric, 20 by 20 by 44 centimetres, made to swallow the wet, the sweaty and the frankly unspeakable and keep it away from everything else — machine washable, endlessly reusable. Black. And darling, it wants Bangor, where the rain is a supporting character.
Yonex Gearlogic Tennis Stuff Bag: *clutches bag to chest, staggers backward* Do you FEEL that, people?! Bangor Cathedral has been standing on this very ground since the sixth century — the SIXTH! — making it one of the oldest cathedral sites in the entire world, and here we stand beside it with a tennis bag! *weeps openly into the reinforced carry handle* The drama! The HISTORY! The zippered compartments!
Yonex Gearlogic Tennis Stuff Bag: *sweeps arm dramatically toward the water* People, Garth Pier stretches 1,500 feet into the Menai Strait — 1,500 FEET — and it is the second longest pier in Wales, and I need everyone to BREATHE that in! *places bag reverently on the boards* This bag and this pier are both built to carry things far beyond what lesser structures would dare — one carries rackets, one carries souls, and I am verklempt!
Yonex Gearlogic Tennis Stuff Bag: *presses hand to forehead, pauses for full dramatic effect* When Thomas Telford completed this bridge in 1826 it was the longest suspension bridge in the world — the LONGEST — and I need every single one of you to FEEL the tension in those chains the way I feel tension before every opening night! *gestures at bag* This Yonex bag holds that same taut, purposeful energy — multiple compartments, structured body — Telford would have wept!
Yonex Gearlogic Tennis Stuff Bag: *drops to one knee on the lawn* Penrhyn Castle is a neo-Norman castle built in the nineteenth century using wealth generated by the Penrhyn slate quarry — SLATE, people, QUARRIED from the very bones of Wales — and I am on my KNEES! *raises bag aloft with both hands* This Yonex Gearlogic bag deserves a castle as its backdrop, and today, mercifully, beautifully, it has one!
Places, everyone. THE SCENE: a car boot. THE CAST: one dry change of clothes, one clean towel, and — enter, stage left, dripping — the kit you were wearing forty minutes ago. Every one of us has played this scene, and every one of us has played it badly.
This bag is the solution, and I want you to feel the relief of it: a waterproof pouch, 20 by 20 by 44 centimetres, made from recycled material, into which the wet and the sweaty and the frankly unspeakable go, and out of which nothing escapes. Not water. Not odour. Not the memory.
The writing is beautifully economical. It is a simple stuff sack, and simplicity is the hardest thing in the world to do well — no frame, no pockets, nothing to break, just a waterproof envelope that shuts.
It is machine washable, so the bag itself does not become the problem it was invented to solve, and it is fully reusable, which is the entire point compared with the carrier bag you have been using for six years and know in your heart is disgusting. That is the character. It has no other lines.
It rolls flat when it is empty and lives at the bottom of the racquet bag.
Now. BANGOR. A cathedral town on the Menai Strait with a mountain range at its shoulder, and rain, darling, real rain, the kind that arrives sideways off the water and does not so much fall as commit. This is the town that will test this bag every single week of its life.
I want you to imagine it — no, I want you to FEEL it.
And when the weather lifts, Telford's suspension bridge is out there on its stone towers, thrown across the strait in 1826, and I have wept at less. Take the wet things off. Put them in the sack. Look at the bridge.
One waterproof envelope stands between your clean towel and complete catastrophe. Give it the respect the role deserves.
